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The scent of The Grub Pubs ‘Eggs, Bacon & Toast Combo’, an old favourite of his, wound through the Rue de Paradis - securing Charlton’s attention as surely as if it had smacked him round the face. And for someone with the nose of a werewolf, that was a pretty hefty achievement. His stomach growled in anticipation - he hadn’t eaten since that cheeseburger at about 2AM when he’d left Couru en Liberte after watching HEH Encore play. That was about as far as his memory got him, but the pounding in his temples and the churning in his stomach assured him he’d had a pretty good night - his ears were still ringing from the music.

He’d had about an hours sleep before he’d woken up on someone’s sofa - Charlton hadn’t hung around to find out who - and he’d immediately left in search of food. His nose hadn’t failed him, and sure enough, about 20 minutes later he stepped into The Grub Pub and slid into a corner booth gratefully. Every bit of him ached, and catching sight of his reflection in one of the windows - he acknowledged he didn’t look too great either. His dark hair was the usual unruly halo, and his dark green eyes were further accentuated by the dull purple rings under his eyes. But, to be fair, he didn’t look too shabby for someone that was sleep deprived and hung over. That was further confirmed by the beaming smile the waitress gave him as she took his order. Charlton watched her walk away with a bemused smile, absently tapping the table top with lean, tanned fingers.

Well this was going to go down a treat. Charlton was still under observation since returning to Beauxbatons, and skipping out on his lessons today because he’d been out partying til 6AM wasn’t exactly winning him any brownie points. The Nurse wouldn’t be happy he hadn’t turned up for his meds last night either. He had it all under control though, and he’d managed before without their observation…so he hoped this would send the message that they needed to back off. They were suffocating him. It had been a good night though.

The Waitress brought back his food order, sliding both Butterbeer & Mulled Mead onto the wooden table. Yes, it was a lightly early for alcohol again - but hair of the dog and all that. She also slid a slip of parchment across to him with a coy smile. Returning her smile with a dimpled, brilliant one of his own - Charlton acknowledged that yes, it was going to be a good day.

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Giselle wandered Rue de Paradis with a skip in her step. This week had to have been the best week she ever had here at Beauxbatons. Her musical mojo was back and she found herself writing song after song, each one with verses and music and everything. It all started that day in the auditorium. Levi Ashford. What a hottie; he had totally caught her by surprise, but he was into the “game”. What is “the game”? The game is when you act like you’re not physically interested in the other person even though you really wish you could get into their pants. Levi was pretty much undressing Giselle with his eyes while simultaneously acting like the biggest douchbag she had ever seen. But her brown eyes lit up when he spoke and she just felt her body wanting to throw itself at him. Of course she didn’t; what kind of girl did you think she was? Obviously she wasn’t going to give him the goods…that easily.

Surprisingly, the weather was a bit on the warmer side for the middle of February, so she was able to get away with just a long sleeve shirt. Giselle’s eyes wandered about, looking to see if she recognized anyone, but no such luck. It seemed there was a rather large show at Couru en Liberte the night before and many people were still passed out wherever they had ended up last night. Giselle, normally not the type of girl to pass up on such a party, had spent the night in her night writing music and sleeping. Yup, her night was so amazing.

She spotted a rather good looking guy walking into the Grub Pub and she decided to follow him. Yeah, she was going to be a creeper today, but so what? He was hot, from what she could see from the back of his head, and it wasn’t like she was going to be a full on creeper. She would play this smooth; she would play “the game”. She slowed her walk to give him time to go in and still find a seat before she walked through the door. It smelled delicious from what she could tell and it was the perfect opportunity to grab some food and have a seat with some male company.

Once she was sure he would have been comfortable inside, Giselle hurried forward, catching the door as it began to close behind another customer and walking inside. The Grub Pub wasn’t particularly busy this morning, which was good for her. At least she knew she could get a seat with the kid. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the waitress slipping the boy a piece of paper after giving him his meal: eggs, bacon, toast, butterbeer and a Mulled Mead. A smirk formed on her lips as she took a deep breath and planned her attack. Giselle walked towards his table and took a seat across from him, resting her elbows on the table and leaning her torso forward to give him the best view of her figure. She smiled at him, liking what she saw when she finally got a full on view of his face. She reached her hand across the table, grabbing his drink and shaking her head. ”It’s going to be that type of morning, huh?” she asked as she placed it back on the table and pushed it back to him.

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He’d thought it was going to be a good day…but it turned out he’d perhaps underestimated just how good. As the waitress sauntered off, she appeared. Charlton had to resist the temptation to glance behind him, he couldn’t believe his good fortune at having undoubtedly the hottest female in the pub making a beeline straight for him. Well, of course she would he reasoned, he was obviously the hottest male in the room right now so it made sense. Birds of a feather flocking together and all that. He leant back in his chair as she took a seat opposite him, deliberately leaning forward to showcase her curves…not that he was complaining, she was stunning.

”It’s going to be that type of morning, huh?”

Charlton smiled lazily back at her. “You mean it was…” He drawled, he gestured at his meal & the stockpiled drinks - butterbeer or mulled mead. “I’d ask if you’d like to join me, but seeing as you already have…hungry?” He offered. He was curious as to why she’d joined him with such purpose…it was unusual to say the least, he usually found himself doing the chasing, as was to be expected. There was only one other girl he knew that had the confidence to strut up to a table with such casual grace and make it look good - and that was Noemi, and she was one of a kind. This girl was confidant, and wanting something. He kinda like it.

He had a niggling sensation that he’d seen her somewhere before. Charlton certainly wasn’t against using cliché chat up lines to catch someone’s attention, infact he found they worked rather well - they had a certain ice breaking cheeriness to them. However, he was quite interested in keeping this one around….so he resisted using the ‘Haven’t we met’ line as he mulled over where he would have seen her before.

“Ah - Beauxbatons?”

He snapped his fingers. That was it. He definitely hadn’t forgotten that face. He realised he’d been so absorbed in his own thoughts he hadn’t even introduced himself. Blame the alcohol. And the lack of sleep. Charlton smiled sheepishly, “Beg your pardon, I forgot to introduce myself...alcohol has a bad influence on the little manners I do have...I’m Charlton.”


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The moment he had caught her eye, Giselle knew today was going to be a good one. He seemed to be interested in exactly what she was dishing out, which was all she really wanted anyway. He was a good looking fellow, appeared to be about the same age as herself, and she wondered if he went to Beauxbatons as she did. She didn’t recognize his face; of course she would remember a guy as hot as he was. Not that she had a particularly sl*tty reputation, but Giselle knew a lot of the guys at school. Since coming here a month or so ago, all she had really associated were guys. Of course, there were a few girls she considered herself pretty close too, but the guys were always on her list of “things to do”, if you know what I mean.

You mean it was. I’d ask if you’d like to join me, but seeing as you already have…hungry?

His smile was contagious and she flashed him her own after he had spoken. His food looked particularly delicious, but she didn’t want to seem rude. After all, she had already barged in on his privacy by inviting herself to sit at his table. She shook her brunette head and waved her hand in the air, trying to call the waitress over to their table. ”That’s very kind of you, but a guy like you needs his energy. I’ll order my own,” she answered him, watching as the waitress shuffled her way back to their table. The moment she saw Giselle sitting there with Charlton, her eyes narrowed. Giselle just smiled a fake smile at the waitress, doing what it was that girls did best when they knew they were considered competition. She loved to be considered competition. It made the game that much more fun. ”I’ll just have what he’s having. Thanks sweetheart,” she told her, turning her brown eyes quickly to the boy before the waitress had even left.

”Ah- Beauxbatons?

She raised a perfectly shaped eye brow as he snapped his fingers and asked if she went to Beauxbatons. At least, that what she had thought he was asking. Either that or he had recognized her from somewhere around the school and had just realized where. Very curious indeed---Giselle had never seen him. ”Yes, I go there. I’m assuming you do, as well,” she replied, running her finger around a circle on their wooden table. She leaned back in her seat as he smiled again, taking in just how perfectly hot this guy was. Forget Levi. This kid was a 20 out of 10 on her scale.

Beg your pardon, I forgot to introduce myself…alcohol has a bad influence on the little manners I do have…I’m Charlton

She smiled again, leaning forward once more and offering him her small, delicate hand to shake. Huh. Cute and proper. Good combo she thought. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlton. I’m Giselle,” she replied. Once their introductions were complete, the waitress returned, dropped her plate of food onto the table, and scurried off angrily. Giselle watched as she left, faking a look of surprise on her face. ”I wonder what could possibly be her problem,” she said, turning back to Charlton and looking at the paper that laid before him. ”Could it be you have more than one admirer today?” She looked back up to him again, and threw a wink in his direction. ”Don’t worry. You won’t be needing that paper. You won’t remember her anyway.”

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”That’s very kind of you, but a guy like you needs his energy. I’ll order my own,”

Charlton shrugged good naturedly and got stuck in, slicing open his egg and forking up a mouthful. Technically this was only starters. He was sure she wouldn’t be smiling as sweetly as she was if she realised what he had to do of an evening to sate his appetite…or that he was a bit more in touch with his animal side than most. And not in a kinky way either. That went for the Waitress too, who had given the brunette the filthiest look he’d ever seen.

”Yes, I go there. I’m assuming you do, as well,”

“I do indeed…I was at a dorm party the other week in Cossu, I’m sure I remember you being there. I didn’t get round to introducing myself at the time.” He’d been a little worse for wear that weekend, as people who drank to forget their troubles often were, but Giselle had most certainly been an attraction to most of the guys there. He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t seen him, he thought amusedly.

A flash of guilt shot through his stomach, Asahria flitting wantonly into his head. With perhaps a little more force than necessary, he pushed her face from his mind. What had he told himself the other day? No more moping. No more focusing on might have beens and the past…it was all about living for the moment. The pair of them had walked away from their relationship with more than a fair share of battle wounds, and it was time to heal and move on before they truly did some damage. Besides, a good friend had informed him the other week that Asahria had returned to Beauxbatons…he didn’t doubt she probably knew he was there too, and he hadn’t had any explanation as to why she’d run away. Clearly got out whilst she still could, he thought bitterly. He’d let her go this time. Which was precisely the opposite of what he intended to do with this gorgeous distraction…

”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlton. I’m Giselle,”

He smiled broadly, reaching for her slender hand which was engulfed by his own. “The pleasure’s all mine, Giselle.“ He responded sincerely. Their introduction was complete before the Waitress reached their table with Giselle’s meal - and it was slapped onto the table with decidedly less courtesy than she’d offered Charlton. Charlton dropped his gaze to his food for a moment, busying himself with a mouthful of egg and toast to hide his amusement.

”I wonder what could possibly be her problem, could it be you have more than one admirer today? Don’t worry. You won’t be needing that paper. You won’t remember her anyway.”

He laughed aloud, settling back in his seat again. She was really quite something, this Giselle. He didn’t doubt for a moment that the surprise on her face was an elegant pretence, but he liked her al the more for it. “Oh I don’t know…always good to have a back up. Besides, she makes a mean breakfast.“ He teased, folding the paper and putting into his shirt pocket, tapping it meaningfully.

“Am I to assume I have another admirer other than that delectable little waitress then….?” Charlton glanced over his shoulder and about the near empty Grub Pub. “It’s going to be a toughie working that one out. I might need to enlist your help figuring out who this other admirer is.” He responded, returning her wink.

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I do indeed...I was at a dorm party the other week in Cossu, I’m sure I remember you being there. I didn’t get around to introduce myself at the time.

Her ears perked up as he mentioned that party she had thrown a few weeks ago in her dorm. Mind you, there were a lot more people from other houses than her own, probably because Cossu’s didn’t really know how to party. She swore she was sorted into the wrong house sometimes, but oh well. She shook her head and laughed a little. How could I have missed you?

[/b] she thought, tilting her head to the side as she really studied Charlton. Maybe she had seen him that day but had been way too messed up to really notice. She had been hanging out with a lot of guys that night and woke up somewhere she wasn’t too sure of. It had been a pretty wild party, if the host was allowed to gloat, of course. She only hoped Charlton thought of nothing but good things about her that night. She didn’t want to seem like a floozy.

”You know, Charlton, it’s not polite to not introduce yourself to the host of a party,” she teased, waving her hand around in the air. ”Just teasing. To be honest, I’m not sure if I would have remembered you anyway. I don’t remember anything from that night really,” she admitted. It wasn’t often Giselle had nights like that one, but it had been pretty bad. She forgot everything about that night except the dress she wore and that was because she knew every single outfit in her trunk and it was the only one that was missing. Yup, somehow that night she had lost her dress and who knew what happened after that. She only hoped she was wearing cute undergarments---I mean if your going to take off your clothes, you don’t want to be seen in ugly, baggy underwear or an old lady bra. Yeah, that was how her mind worked; never mind that she lost her favorite dress, she was more worried about her underwear…

The smell of the breakfast that had been delivered to her table filled her nostrils and she smiled softly. She was starving, although she would never eat like a cannibal in front of a guy. She would eat small, polite bites and never speak with her mouth full. All of those years of etiquette classes in Paris taught her some manners, even if the ones about letting a guy “court” you kind of went one ear and out the other. If her twin, Gabby, saw her now, she would tell their parents and she would be in trouble. But as it was, they were not around anymore, so she had no one to worry about. She grabbed a piece of toast, ripped off a piece, and placed it in her mouth, allowing herself to chew slowly as Charlton replied to her comment about the waitress.

Oh I don’t know…always good to have a back up. Besides, she makes a mean breakfast.”

Giselle swallowed her bite and wiped the edges of her mouth with her napkin before replying. ”If you want to get technical, the cook made the breakfast. She just delivered it. Therefore, your reasoning is invalid. Try again,” she replied, smirking as she grabbed his glass of butterbeer and took a sip. Hopefully he didn’t mind the stain her lipstick left on the glass. She had forgotten to order a drink and she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to invite that waitress back over to their table, not while Giselle was trying to convince Charlton to pay attention to her and only her.

Am I to assume I have another admirer other than that delectable waitress then…? It’s goin to be a toughie working that one out. I might need to enlist your help figuring out who this other admirer is.”

She ran her fingers through her brunette waves as he looked about the empty Grub Pub. Oh, she could play this game too. Her brown eyes scanned the area and found the old bartender behind the counter. Giselle smiled and tilted her head toward her. ”I don’t know. I think I’ve spotted the bartender checking you out for a while. I could go get her number for you too, if you’d like of course. I wouldn’t want you to juggle too many ladies at once.”
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[charlton 'raffi' glashtyn]

”You know, Charlton, it’s not polite to not introduce yourself to the host of a party…Just teasing. To be honest, I’m not sure if I would have remembered you anyway. I don’t remember anything from that night really,”

“I don’t usually need introducing…” He responded amusedly. Which was the truth, he wasn’t used to being sidelined when it came to a party. What his looks didn’t get him, his easy Irish charm usually did. It helped having a broad, dimpled smile and a decidedly naughty gleam in his dark green eyes. “It’s alright, you looked like you had your hands full anyway..” He added mischievously, eyebrows lifting suggestively. He wasn’t the slightest bit offended she’d been too busy to notice him on the night, it made a nice change…and perhaps it was just the animal in him, but he didn’t mind a little chasing.
He couldn’t quite work her out either. He’d been around the school for a while now, admittedly in more ways than one, and he’d yet to see a Cossu that behaved quite like she did. He’d wondered at the time if she’d been sorted into the wrong house. Yet she still managed to sit and eat her breakfast as elegantly as any high-born lady, her etiquette perfectly intact. Hmmm. Intriguing.

He’d been feeling a little worse for wear admittedly, but the arrival of Giselle had changed that for the better. Life was filled with a lot of drama, and even the simple things in his life had seemingly taken a turn for the complicated. They did say when it rained, it poured. Luckily Charlton didn’t mind a spot of rain. Trick was finding someone who would dance it in it with you, they all tended to bail when the skies darkened. Fortunately he’d always been a fan of his own company or he really would have been at all time right bottom.

If you want to get technical, the cook made the breakfast. She just delivered it. Therefore, your reasoning is invalid. Try again,”

Oh, it was going to go like that was it? He smiled defiantly. It was refreshing to have someone with a bit of banter about her, and so direct. “Fair point…but I like a bargain, don‘t you? I’ll take two for the price of one when I can get it.” He retorted cheekily, “Breakfast doesn’t just walk itself back to bed now does it…” He deliberately glanced beyond her to where the Waitress was busily collecting glasses from another table. Returning his gaze to meet Giselle’s he smiled angelically. Giselle must know the Waitress wasn’t a patch on her though. He’d never really paid much attention to brunettes, but he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. There was something about a classy brunette, it had to be said. Particularly with eyes like hers.

”I don’t know. I think I’ve spotted the bartender checking you out for a while. I could go get her number for you too, if you’d like of course. I wouldn’t want you to juggle too many ladies at once.”

Charlton grinned broadly at her response, leaning back in his chair and shrugging her comment off. ”Like I said, I like a bargain. “ He leaned forward confidentially, eyes earnest. “But don’t worry, way ahead of you…I’ve already got her number. She’s an animal….! I can put a good word in for you if you‘re interested though?” He added, smile flashing like lightning across his face.

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I don’t usually need introcuding…it’s alright, you looking like you had your hands full anyway

Giselle nearly choked on the drink she had been sipping on, which had actually been his own since she never ordered one, and she quickly put the cup down to wipe her mouth and cough into the white napkin. This guy was a character, wasn’t he? He was so smug when he spoke about himself and yet so very interesting to the young brunette. Maybe it was because the only guy she had ever met similar to he was Levi and, well Levi was a completely different sort of smug. His dark eyes bore into hers when she talked and he certainly was not afraid to stare at her when she was looking. Something told her Charlton must have a past with someone around here because, despite his flirting and trying to act nonchalant about the bartender and waiter, she could sense something holding him back from really going wild. Hmmm…

Giselle was good about reading people; it was a talent she had been born with. Maybe it was her own terrible past that caused her overanalyze every single guy she met to make sure he wouldn’t turn out to be a total douche later. However, it seemed she always went for the mysterious, bad boys, the ones that could either break your heart or really make a relationship with them worth it. Her brown eyes stared into his dark green eyes for a moment, mesmerized by the depth she found within them. He had a story, a past. It was in his stare and the way he moved as he sat there with her. It was in his speech and how he acted when he spoke to her. Giselle was going to get it out of him, oh yes. She wanted to know everything she could about this Charlton Glashtyn.

”A tad bit full of ourselves, are we? I apologize for not having introduced myself to you then,” she responded to his comment, lifting up his glass once more to her pink lips. She took a sip, never once removing her eyes from his. Slowly, she returned the cup to the table and cocked her head to the side. ”And I didn’t have my hands full…I was just incredibly wasted and wouldn’t have recalled the evening anyway. She guessed from an outside perspective it must have looked like she was trying to juggle multiple guys at once that night. That was, however, not the case at all. It wasn’t her fault that boys were trying to take advantage of her situation. And it also wasn’t her fault that she always turned towards guys who treated her as Thomas had. She instinctively ran her fingers over her silvery-pink scars on her arms, the touch sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Fair point…but I like a bargain, don’t you? I’ll take two for the price of one when I can get it. Breakfast doesn’t just walk itself back to bed now does it…Like I said, I like a bargain. But don’t worry, way ahead of you…I’ve already got her number. She’s an animal…I can put a good word in for you if your interested though?

So that was how he was going to play it, huh? Giselle leaned back in her chair, turned her attention back to the bartender and waitress by the counter. They didn’t seem like his type, but then again she had just met the guy. Maybe older, desperate, and blonde was kind of his thing, which Giselle was not. She shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to Charlton. ”Hm, suit yourself I suppose. I’m not getting involved with all that over there. Trust me, I’d win,” she told him with a smirk. She sighed and then threw her hands up in the air. ”I surrender, Mr. Glashtyn. Obviously, I have lost this round,” she told him. Giselle grabbed her bag and placed it on her lap, opening it up and searching for some money. ”Perhaps I should leave you to the company of your older admirers? I’m assuming you prefer blondes anyway,” she wasn’t really going to leave, but just pretend that she was. This was a part of her game. It was how she had finally won over Levi, after all.

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”A tad bit full of ourselves, are we? I apologize for not having introduced myself to you then, And I didn’t have my hands full…I was just incredibly wasted and wouldn’t have recalled the evening anyway.

She almost choked on her drink…or rather his. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that she’d helped herself to his drink, but then she seemed like a girl that was used to taking what she wanted, and he didn’t doubt that she’d do with a perfect smile in place and manners intact. The only female he knew who acted like that was Noemi, and she was definitely one of a kind. Giselle wasn’t like Noemi in respect to emotions though…Giselle kept her cards close to her chest, where Noemi was quite the firecracker. He couldn’t quite work the brunette out, or exactly what it was she wanted. She flirted yes, but then there was a split moment insecurity there…she had banter about her and seemed to know what she wanted, yet she didn’t seem to appreciate his suggestive humour. Charlton was not the best judge of people, or the best reader of character and that tended to be his downfall. He regretted his original comment a little when she responded, as whilst his humour was often a little misplaced, he hadn’t wanted her to think he thought badly of her. The comment seemed to strike a chord in her, as she self consciously touched her arm. Charlton chose not to stare instead opting to take the chance to take a sip of the Butterbeer she had been using, not minding the lipstick. He was not the probing type, particularly on a first meet.

Some guys worked the mysterious, intense look - he didn’t deal with that type of drama. What you saw was what you got…mostly. Giselle look at him, and it felt like she really looked at him. He was an easy going type of guy, and usually went with the flow, but he was suddenly feeling as if she was trying to figure him out and get beneath his skin. It was quite the disconcerting feeling and he wasn’t quite sure how to react.

Hm, suit yourself I suppose. I’m not getting involved with all that over there. Trust me, I’d win, I surrender, Mr. Glashtyn. Obviously, I have lost this round,Perhaps I should leave you to the company of your older admirers? I’m assuming you prefer blondes anyway,”

So she‘d reached her limit, it seemed. He really had lost his touch with this single business. He sighed inwardly, expression slightly bemused. Females. They were a mystery. To be quite honest, this meeting had gone by in a flash for Charlton. He wasn‘t quite sure what had happened, and felt sure Giselle had gauged his character and a lot more on him than he could have possibly even hoped to on her. Infact, he didn’t really know anything about her if he was completely honest. Her comment made him smile wryly, she was far closer to the truth than she could possibly realise. If only Asahria could see him now. The situation he was in now reminded him a little of his first meeting with her - despite what he'd thought were his best efforts to impress, he'd rubbed Asahria up the wrong way and they'd ended up in a blazing row. Quite unlike him. And there had been no gong back from there. “You’re right…I do actually.” He responded lightly, shrugging. He leant across to stop her hands with one of his his as they searched through her bag. “I’ve got this, least I can do is treat a lady to breakfast….if she’ll let me?”

He wasn’t about to beg her to stay, he had some element of pride afterall - but his offer had an underlying offer to stay. Perhaps he’d misjudged her person, so it seemed he had something to learn. If she was willing.

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”Oh. I see.” Giselle replied, not really knowing any other appropriate response to his comment. His response had shocked her, especially since she had only been kidding about him preferring blondes to brunettes. Her hand went up to her hair and she nervously began to twist a chestnut-colored piece around her finger as she struggled with what to say next. To say her ego was wounded was a tad bit of an understatement. She had only been joking with the burly male, but it seemed he took her joke for an honest comment and thus answered it honestly. She had done it to herself, trying to act smart and alluring had only backfired and caused him to hit a nerve that hadn’t been touched in a very long time. The way he had said it was light, but it was enough to convince her to take her leave.

No matter how hard she tried, sometimes the insecurity she housed deep within made its way out into the world for all to see. She was confident; just the way she approached Charlton should have been enough to show she possessed a level of confidence that was unprecedented. Deep down, however, was still that 15-year-old Giselle who so loved a boy that she let him treat her as he wished without ever opening her mouth and defending herself. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, sometimes that still made its way into her actions with other boys and things like this happened. Her attempts to attract guys sometimes became her trying to put on a façade, an attitude that normally wasn’t her own just so he couldn’t see through her. Charlton wasn’t pissed off or anything, at least it did not show on his face, but she could tell he was kind of in shock about the way she was acting. She hadn’t meant it to come across so negatively, but it probably did and instant guilt flooded through her body. She was such an awesome person today, wasn’t she?

I’ve got this, least I can do is treat a lady to breakfast…if she’ll let me?

A large hand landed atop of hers and she froze, her brown eyes looking up slowly to stare at the boy who it belonged to. Despite everything, she didn’t want to leave and her muscles relaxed. Giselle placed her purse back on the floor beside her and she covered her hands with her face. ”I’m sorry. I don’t know why I got so defensive like this. I’ve just been through a lot with guys and I think I take things boys say to me too much to heart,” she told him, her voice muffled by her hands. She sighed deeply and placed them on her lap, her eyes avoiding Charlton’s gaze for a moment. ”It’s very kind of you to offer to buy my meal. Thank you.” She felt rather embarrassed at this point---between her insecurities and attempts to seem alluring, she felt like a complete and total loser.

”This isn’t me, in case you haven’t realized yet. All this mysteriousness and confidence garbage. Well, I mean I am confident 98% of the time. Half the time I’m trying to convince myself to be confident,” she told him, knowing he hadn’t exactly asked her for an explanation but still feeling compelled to give him one. She had read his eyes and she knew that he was a good listener. She could just tell. She leaned forward onto the table again, this time turning off the seductiveness for just a moment. ”You forgive me, of course? she asked, forming her pink lips into a pout and batting her eyelashes. Maybe lightening the mood a bit would be enough to get this day back on track. She of course was rather enjoying Charlton’s company. She really liked this kid; he seemed like he didn’t give a damn about much and that was awesome.

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”Oh. I see.”

He was hitting all the marks today…he groaned inwardly at her clipped response, reminding himself that his version of honesty was not always the best policy. Particularly with females. The majority of them announced that they wanted honesty…but they didn’t really mean it. Nobody liked to be told their arse really was that fat, he supposed. He really was out of practice, and undoubtedly had been more reliant on alcohol helping him the maze of singularity than he’d realised. Giselle has seemed pretty self assured when she’d started talking to him, but he’d clearly had an opposing effect on that - he watched her twist a lock of chestnut hair between her fingers in a way that even he couldn’t ignore as being decidedly self conscious. Idiot!

Charlton wasn’t used to dealing with this new breed of female - the ones that felt they had to act like a male to get through life. Admittedly, guys did have a rather easy time of it - and the broken hearts he’d seen around more often than not belonged to a young lady. He was sure back in the first few years of Beauxbatons every was desperate to get into relationships - a trend he’d struggled with himself, having found the idea slightly terrifying and more than a little restrictive. Asahria had changed that (well, for the time they‘d been together). They’d been enclosed in their own little drama filled bubble for a long time. Now it had burst on the pair of them, he found himself facing very different territory - with a whole new species of female predator. No-one dated anymore - either because of their own inner turmoils and misgivings, or just because it seemed like fun to date around. Faced with a whole new generation of people just like him, or rather how he used to be, Charlton was finding it a little bewildering. Inwardly he scowled at himself. This was why people didn’t date…it turned you into a thoughtful, introverted weakling. You became reliant on another person to help you through the world…and before you knew it, you were chucked out on your own and trying to remember the rules and ropes. And pissing off pretty brunettes who deserved his full attention.

”I’m sorry. I don’t know why I got so defensive like this. I’ve just been through a lot with guys and I think I take things boys say to me too much to heart,”

Giselle dropped her face into her hands, her speech muffled slightly. He was pleased to see she’d let go of the purse and relaxed just the smallest amount - so he took a chancy guess that she’d accepted his underlying offer to stay. That brought a half smile to his face, and he tired to peer through the cracks in her hands. ”Don’t apologise…I was being a bit of twat really so I kinda deserved it.” he shrugged off her apology easily, more than slightly surprised at this change of attitude. He had got one thing right…he didn’t know anything about her.

”It’s very kind of you to offer to buy my meal. Thank you.”

The very faintest flush hit her cheeks, and Charlton surmised she was slightly embarrassed - it appeared they’d both thrown each other off their games. He smiled brightly, a little cheered at the thought that he wasn’t alone in this. It was strange how in the space of two minutes, he’d gone from being slightly unnerved and extremely attracted to her - to feeling like he could have a decent chat and a future friendship here, and still be extremely attracted to her. Well, the attraction to her was a given - she was stunning. Even the light blush she’d had only served to accentuate her beauty.

”This isn’t me, in case you haven’t realized yet. All this mysteriousness and confidence garbage. Well, I mean I am confident 98% of the time. Half the time I’m trying to convince myself to be confident. You forgive me, of course? “

He grinned as she batted her eyelashes. How could he not forgive her? Especially with those big brown eyes. Charlton appreciated her honesty, it was a refreshing change from all the smoke and mirrors people normally threw at you. He leaned forward confidentially, a smile playing about his lips. “I’m not actually all that great at the single business. My girlfriend dumped me probably because I have commitment issues…and a tendency to handle relationships as well as a bull in a china shop. There aint a rule book for these things…” He sat back and gave Giselle a cheeky wink. “I’ll keep your secret, if you keep mine. Forgiveness you don’t even have to ask for, beaut.”

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EDIT really sorry about the double post, said there had been a proboards error and it had to be stopped...so went back and posted again and looks like it had done it already! Muchos apologies!

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Don’t apologise. I was being a bit of a tawt really so I kind of deserved it.

Even though he had hurt his feels with his comment about preferring blondes to brunettes (which was a dumb reason to get offended really. What the hell did she truly care? She had just met the kid, didn’t know much about him, and shouldn’t care if he didn’t prefer her hair color to it’s lighter counterpart), Giselle couldn’t remain upset with Charlton. Seriously, the way his green eyes had shone when he looked at her was enough to convince her to let it go and move on from the situation. She laughed slightly at his comment. ”Yeah, I guess you did deserve it,” she joked.

Charlton seemed like the nicest of people, although she could almost tell by his demeanor that there was a past that made him who he is today. Everyone has a past and everyone has secrets. Whatever it was about this guy, Giselle felt like she was glued to her seat and couldn’t leave until she knew almost everything about this kid. She had put herself in the chair across from him out of curiosity and complete confidence that he would find her attractive and want to open up to her. Life was boring sometimes when it was just full of one night stands and not enough heart-to-heart conversations. No one ever once cared to know about her past…

I’m not actually all that great at the single business. My girlfriend dumped me probably because I have commitment issues…and a tendency to handle relationships as well as a bull in a china shop. There ain’t a rule book for these things…I’ll keep your
secret if you keep mine. Forgiveness you don’t even have to ask for, beaut.

Giselle mimicked the wide, bright grin on her companion’s face after he had told her one secret about himself. So he did have a past of some sort; the secret was rather vague to piece together, but judging by the way he was asking towards the bartender and waitress, the brunette could only assume that his relationship with his ex-girlfriend did not end on good terms. She wanted to press further, show him that she was a phenomenal listener and honestly interested in everything he felt he wanted to tell her. She wanted to know it all, maybe not all in one sitting, but eventually. She didn’t want to lose touch with this Charlton.

”Do you want to know another secret?” she asked him, leaning forward on the table slightly. ”You know we can make a game out of this ‘getting to know each other’ business, if you would like. I do so very much like games.” Giselle winked and smiled at Charlton, tapping her chin at what she could tell him. ”Well here is a lame one, but something everyone doesn’t seem to believe. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend and I bet it ended worst than your relationship with your ex, she told him, keeping it at that. Giselle wasn’t sure if she would ever be okay with telling people that he abused her and almost killed her at one point. No one knew that, not even the guys she considered herself particularly close to like Sampson. Giselle didn’t want to be pitied or looked at as damaged goods.

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